The Bottle

BEEN HERE BEFORE AND NOW YOU‘RE HERE AGAIN
THERE‘S DEMONS HEARD SCREECHING FROM THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS
IN AN EMPTY SPACE, FOR JUST ONE TO BE HEARD
WEIGHT OF A THOUSAND ON THE SHOULDERS OF FATE
BUT IT‘S ALL SELF-INFLICTED
THIS HURTFUL FANTASY YOU CALL LIFE
NO-ONE TO TURN TO BUT YOURSELF
BUT I FORGIVE TO SOME EXTENT
I FORGIVE TO SOME EXTENT ‘CAUSE THE BOTTLE WON‘T HEAL SHIT